Hey, King!

2021-06-26

Chapter 114Chapter 114 Check it out

“Ms. Shiloë Asni?”

Dagon came to the door, knocked gently, and the door opened by itself. Behind the door is a living room with a large wool carpet on the floor and a coffee table and sofa beside it. Moonlight and starlight crept in from the balcony opposite the living room, the wind blowing the red curtains. A long white gauze dress was reclining on the sofa, a red bra with corsets lay lazily on the rug, and beside it was a suspicious little white lace head with three or four strings on it.

Next to the living room is the bedroom, with a decorative wooden door. The smell of sandalwood wafted from the bedroom, and it was a burning wood that could be used as a spice. It creates the smell of a forest, but it smells too strong, giving the tense feeling of being in a primordial, old and dangerous jungle, surrounded by twisted trees and rotting moss, with dense foliage.

There was a moan from the bedroom, then the sound of a cup falling on the carpet. When I came to the door of the room, I saw a luxurious big bed with four pillars and a canopy. The velvet curtain was completely lifted, and an elf woman was hiding under the quilt. There are dozens of parchments scattered around on the floor, table and low stool, all of them are some weird and mysterious black patterns, mostly rune and array.

Dagon asked again. A long pink hair was released from the velvet quilt, and then a snow-white arm was released. It was a beautiful arm, like a snake, like a lotus root, and a little like moonlight. Pink White's hair shook, accompanied by a whimpering moan. The arms seem to want to support the body, but it ends before it even starts to try.

"Ms. Shiloh? Please come and help." Dagon raised his volume, his voice full of genuine anxiety.

There was another moan, and then the quilt moved a bit, revealing more long pink hair. "Rabu, do you want it again? Did you bring me wine?"

"No, I brought a Jiangu clansman, suffering from Chimera acid poisoning, and needs your treatment. He's dying."

Pink white's long hair reveals a pair of slender eyes with red eyeshadow, I don't know she hasn't looked in the mirror for a few days, and the eyeshadow has long been washed away by sleeping tears , long false eyelashes hanging sideways. It was obviously night, and she seemed unable to open her eyes, so she had to cover her forehead with her arms like a white snake, which gave her vision a crack. She tilted her head to one side, and said in a husky voice that was very dissatisfied and secretly angry:

"I don't want dwarves, I want wine. God damn it, Spell won't mess up your mind? "

"No wine, I just brought light wine. If you're thirsty, it's perfectly quenching."

"Alright."

The second white snake crawled out and helped the female elf to get out of the quilt and sat up. Her neck is very graceful, her shoulders and collarbones are also quite beautiful, and the large body exposed after losing the quilt is quite attractive. She rubbed her eyes with one hand and reached out to Dagon with the other. One didn't want to cover the body, the other didn't want to look away.

It is very important to carry and save enough water on long trips. There is always an impossible chance of boiling the water sometimes, so light (water) wine with added alcohol is a pretty good thirst-quenching drink. The elf took the water bladder from which the stopper had been pulled out and put it to his mouth. A little yellow wine was squeezed out of the water bladder by her hands and poured down her thirsty throat. Some overflowed from the edge of the crystal pink lips, along the chin, neck, over the collarbone, and continued to flow down.

"The quilt is wet," Dagon said. "Can you get up and save people?"

"Get up? I really don't want to." One hand lifted the quilt and stood up. She could not be considered naked, because there was also a two-finger-wide gold ring in the middle of her left thigh, decorated with silver filigree and rubies, and in the middle of the intricate pattern was engraved with the Elvish "Hiroai Aznerel".

The other leg without the gold ring is not naked either, it has a black velvet ankle sleeve at the ankle, and it is also decorated with rubies, but its function is unknown, is it used to fix the socks ? Dagon was puzzled, but he confirmed two points. First, the elf was the "Hiroai Asni" he was looking for, and he didn't hear the full name at the time; second, she was wearing two clothes, so Not naked.

"Thank you for the water, it's not good to drink, really." Shi Luoai rubbed the temple, misty eyes looked towards the window. "Who are you? Is count injured?"

"I'm Dagon O. . . . . . . . . Elite Academy student." Dagon watched the Elf's body admiringly, calculating her wingspan, flexibility, explosiveness, and staying power. "After all, being drunk and losing one's mind is safer than Chimera's acid poison."

"Is there a idiot looking for Chimera?" Shirouai frowned slightly and forced the water The bag is shot on the quilt. Light wine spilled and ran down the sheets. The elf finally opened her eyes, and she looked Dagon up and down, sighed, and yawned with her hand over her mouth.

Wait, are you sure you need to use your hand to yawn? It seems like that's where your body needs to be the least blocked right now.

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything."

"No, you said it, you can see it in your eyes It's probably not a good word to come out." Shi Luoai got out of bed, she was over 1.7 meters tall, a little slender, but that kind of fit and slender, that is, there are small pieces of muscle hidden under the delicate skin. Dagon thought of frogs, which Lusiga roasted for him some time ago, and it was delicious. He immediately realized that he shouldn't be thinking about this.

Siloai seemed to be able to tell good from bad from the look in his eyes. She raised her hand, and the rays of light of pink radiated from her fingers. Dagon seemed to see the snake spit out the letter, and then flew towards his forehead. He immediately extended the hand to hold the snake, fast enough and accurate enough, but the snake was just an illusory shadow, emitting like a ghost through the palm of his hand and into his brain. Dagon froze for a moment, he didn't feel any discomfort.

"Put Hakata...the dwarf on your shoulders on the sofa outside and slap." Shiroai turned her back to Dagon, bent down, and started looking for clothes under the bed.

Dagon's nose is hot, which he suspects is the effect of spell. Looking away, pinching my nose hard, I feel better. He carried the poisoned dwarf Hakata—who finally knew his name—to the living room and laid it flat on the sofa. Hakata's breath was already very weak, and when he opened his eyelids, his eyes were a little distracted. Dagon raised his slap and asked, "How do you slap the face and which side of the face?"

"Rotate left and right, slap hard!"

There was a rustling sound in the bedroom, There was a crackling sound from outside the bedroom. About forty-fifty slaps, Shiloh came out in red and white silk pajamas, watching in shock as Dagon was beating the wounded.

"Stop! Why are you beating him?"

"You made it." Dagon said, "It works, he seems to be more awake."

Shiroai raised his right hand and shook it in the air, then swung forward, shooting a pink band of light towards Hakata. The dwarf who had just woken up briefly and had a bloody nose and swollen face rolled his eyes and fell back into a coma, then Shirouai put his hands on his waist and looked slightly sideways at Dagon.

"Slap myself."

"Why?" Dagon scratched his beard and shook his head.

"You actually resisted my spell?" Shirouai looked at Dagon carefully, and after a while of silence, finally said: "You didn't use the defensive spell, you even tried to use your hands. Scratch, it's stupid as hell. But after hitting the spell, it doesn't seem to be affected, which is incredible and worth looking into."

"I'm not immune. My nose was a little hot just now."

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Dagon immediately realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing again. The elf's lips were closed together, but by the subtle changes in her facial muscles, she was certain she was gritting her teeth secretly. Shiloh arms across his chest, squeezing the pajamas to deform, and she observes Dagon's expression with a faint smile.

"What did you see just now?"

Dagon scratched his head, thinking he couldn't say anything wrong. "I saw a respected sorcerer treating the wounded with a magical spell. This sorcerer also seemed to have learned the martial skill, and I noticed some calluses on her hands and feet, which were..."

" You can even tell that I have practiced dancing? Then you really looked too closely!"

Dagon waved his hands quickly and explained, "It's not that dance, it's martial arts, the one who uses weapons. Wu."

"It doesn't make any difference." Shirouai raised her hands, like a pair of snakes dancing in front of her, twisting in a dazzling dance. Her ten fingers twisted into complex gestures, and mana surged around her body. Dagon was very nervous. For a moment, he had the idea of rushing out of the door, and the next moment he was thinking about whether to take the initiative to attack and knock down the sorcerer first.

But after she is defeated, who will heal the dwarves?

At this moment, a pink light curtain shrouded Dagon, and the changing colors blinded his eyes. His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, his fists clenched and loosened. The rays of light blurred his eyes for a few seconds, and then withdrew it. Shirouai lifted the hair on his forehead with his middle finger and ring finger, gently wiped away the perspiration, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What do you remember?" she asked.

"Forgot everything," Dagon replied immediately.

"Liar." Shiloh probed.

"How do you see that?" Dagon stomped his feet and tugged at his beard in anger. "Is my weak spot that big?"

"Goddamn, you're still unaffected? What's in your head? Rocks in the ground?"

"It's a brain, what else could it be?" Dagon shook his head and said, "Ms. Shiloh, I know I'm annoying you. I punched someone, not to annoy you, but to save my compatriot. Please tell me how he's doing. If there's no problem, I'll just leave and get out— If it makes you feel a little better."

Hiroai took a step back, the corners of her mouth upturned slightly to one side, revealing a charming but wicked smile.

(end of this chapter)